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Let's Get Ready to Grrumble!!

... or not.... I am trying to be grateful. Currently I am most appreciate of the following things:

1) Tamiflu I recommend it if you get H1N1 and do not recommend H1N1 to anyone. If you don't believe me check with my friend, Hobster. He'll tell you the same thing.

2) Vitamin B-12 injections Pernicious Anemia used to be a fatal disease. I just get to have B12 injections every few weeks rather than be dead. What's not to like about that?

3) MRIs Yeah, I flunked my first couple because of claustrophobia- but in great Kentucky tradition I finally 'got her done' and while mine shows some really bad stuff, without it there's no telling what my diagnosis and prognosis would be. If I understood the very kind neurosurgeon when I am in enough pain I'll beg him for surgery, until then we will just manage it with drugs and therapy.

That's it for now. I miss blogging. I miss working. I miss quite a bit. That learning to be content thing that Paul talked about? It's not all that easily done...unless you start being grateful for some of the daily miracles in your life.

I'd like to hear about yours. I know it's cheesy sounding but there's always something for which to be grateful.


Psalm 50:14-15
14 "Offer to God a sacrifice of thanksgiving, and pay your vows to the Most High;
15 And call upon me in the day of trouble; I shall rescue you, and you will honor me."
(NAS)
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Candi said…
Hi Rosemarie,

I stumbled across your blog by chance and am interested that you have PA. Can I ask what the NRI scans showed?

PA causes destruction of the myelin sheath around nerves and leads to excruciating nerve pain. I have this and have needed an injection every three days for the last nine months. However, I understand that to have a hope of repairing the myelin sheath, you need a very large amount of B12.

Have a look at the PA Society's website here:

http://www.pernicious-anaemia-society.org

God bless,
AndreaM
November 10, 2009 at 10:44 AM
Carla Rolfe said…
Here's mine rozie:
http://carlarolfe.blogspot.com/2009/11/infested.html
November 10, 2009 at 11:56 AM
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